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One two little three hoodlums Gotta hit the 'cause here the slug comes What do you know, clack goes the gun Make 'em run boy, make 'em run boy, 'em run
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One little two little three Gotta hit the ground 'cause here the comes What do you know, clack goes the gun Make 'em run boy, 'em run boy, make 'em run
When I in, kickin' with a vengeance Swift of the Coming like the three little Stompin' around on the on the plains 'Cause a nigga like me is goin' In the So I maintain My I mighta gained Without my Not a damn So when I come just That new style, break ya off a chicken wing Buckooock! So you can just suck my a fat blunt, stoned is the way of the walk When I'm Checkin' out the creepin' I let the dogs then I let the dogs sick 'em Graaah! Nigga make me catch ya 'cause I still will be comin' at ya
One two little three hoodlums Gotta hit the ground 'cause here the slug do you know, click clack goes the gun Make 'em run boy, make 'em run boy, 'em run